I do not know what is going to happen in the future, but you know I am just writing my feeling and hurt down to you. When i feel I can not talk loud about it, you guys are the first persons that I reach out to.
When I talk with my dad, I feel like I can not expression myself - and he do not let me be. I know maybe I am bragging about something childish, but you know I feel like somehow, this is how it is, me lying and hiding things for him - to make my peace and stay calm. But when he somehow is shooting my "style", my life "style" .. I just can not. I feel like I am being choked.
But you know, never had I imagine, even though I am 23 years old - that I can not wait to go bach home to my self.
And beside all that, me and SJA, wrote a little to day - YH died a few days ago, and there is funural today. You know I am thinking if there is girls that he will look at, so fuckt my brain is. And as if I give a damn, I do not - and he will take there with his own reasons.. and at the end I do not care.
God why do I like hate to come in this childhood place.
I know I am maybe a little dramatic, but I do not know why I feel still frustrated.
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